Realization

Realization

 

 

I remember slaughtering chickens in Vermont

early morning while the dew settled still

on the grass, and flowers kept tight lipped

as the fog blanketed the pastures

and those chickens lost their heads,

 

I also remember that misty autumn of youth

first kisses, losing my head,

and heart to virginity's disclosure

 

and signing the papers

the affidavit of adolescence

signature moments never repeated,

 

like gossip I really wanted to share

but too soon, I stopped running

and just keeled over into later years,

like those chickens with knee jerk reactions

 

to the separation....of conscience and body.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/3/15

Reviews

[rubie]

this is such a layered piece, with such profound insight that few of us ever achieve....

the last stanza is my favorite. we often react on reflex, which causes emotional fallout later on.

keeping one's mind attached to one's body is easier said than done....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, rubie.

j.

[KWP]

love the first stanza - such imagery you have created - poor flowers would not have known what to make of that chicken moment ...

there are layers here - and I think one could rest on them quite a while - ahh to learn to stop running - well that's the key for sure - damn shame we all seem to figure that out much later in life ..

I like it - but I also find it quite weighted and heavy (perhaps cos it's friday afternoon my side) X

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, KWP...i appreciate your comments, muchly.

j.

[Cat]

Absolutely beautiful. One of my favorites on here. Such a great rendition of growing up.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Cat.

j.

[RomaJ]

As life goes on we kept looking forward, busy counting up the years that the passing of our youth, with the seasons can be so subtle, the sudden realization as we stop to look back, in reverence; to a time of innocence and times softly spent, can almost feel like a sense of separation to our here and now. A great time of reflection. I could even look back at some of my most, terrible and embarassing moments, with a newfound fondness. Lovely poem, j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing these thoughts, Roma...

j.

[W.k.kortas]

The whole piece is, as is your wont, truth finely expressed, but that first stanza--my God, is that just about as well written as is possible.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, W.k.

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Realization reminded me of a poem read years ago by Paul Martin about chicken beheadings. I remember a realization in the 11th grade as I slowly addressed myself as fool. A growth spurt in dark areas of my youth. They all seem so far gone.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing how you related to this piece, Al.

j.

[Cassie]

I remember too those days of youth and now I have put back my head like that tortoise that does so. Its good to enjoy your youth and come to such a realization later on. Such is life

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, Cassie....thank you for your words.

j.

[B. Boileau]

If only to be a headless chicken again. It's a shame to have to grow up and learn about the rules of life. Always a pleasure
bill

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it is...thank you Bill....appreciate your words.

j.

[h d e rushin]

were I to schematize the realized impulse in it's bold aesthetic phase as being simply the best instance
of modern, poetic realization, it would do any review here a disjustice. But perhaps poetry means
that you drag the years from yesterday's decades then ring out it's adolescence, it's hurts and yes
even it's "signature moments". Once again, a poem from the hands of the master..

dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, dana,

j.